He really wished he had his phone right now. Just to call his aunt. Or, text, since his voice would sound different. The thought irked him. Sadly, Deb had recently disposed of her landline, and changed cell service. Better rates she said. But now he didn't have her phone number memorized like the back of his hands. What kind of bastard doesn't have even the most important phone numbers memorized?
Having not decided what he ought to fill the backpack with, he started to fill it with food. He only had junk food here; he mainly ate out. The thought of most of what was in his cupboards made him a little queasy. Odd. He was mildly unhealthy, but was usually fairly untroubled by it. He grabbed some bananas, the rye bread, the donuts he had just bought on his way home. He didn't want them anymore, but they were from the nice bakery. Maybe someone would appreciate them. From the fridge: bottled water, another bottled water after he absentmindedly finished the first bottle, the last four bottles of water. Anything else would spoil. There was some room left in the bag which he could fill with a second pair of clothes. He wanted to get out of here. At least closer to the ground. He found his pair of sandals buried deep in his closet, threw on his navy jacket and walked out the door. Down the stair, out into the crisp city night.
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Oliver had been wandering for some time now. Took the subway and was deliriously somewhere else. Hopefully somewhere nearby he could buy clothing late at night. Or maybe he could go to Central Park? He could take another subway. The sounds of the city. Screams in the distance. Sounds fun. Walking, he found before him a car crash. Paramedics were already on the scene. Looks not great, to say the least. Central Park sounds good. He started towards the nearest subway; he'd probably find an open clothing store on the way. It is New York.
Anything can happen here.
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